“The sea surface is a big fat poker face that tells you nothing about what is going on 100ft below” Imagine an oasis in a desert. A life-giving spring-fed lake surrounded by succulent vegetation, trees, shrubs, insects, butterflies, grubs and then the bigger creatures: all coming to the shade, to sip the cool water and to eat. Now imagine a twisted, bent, lump of rusting metal, lying on the seabed in Lyme Bay. A shipwreck is an oasis; a slowly corroding haven for sub-aquatic creatures in the vast barren, desert-like plain of the seabed.
Offshore, the bottom of Lyme Bay is mud, shifting banks of sand and patches of gravel. Featureless, inhospitable terrain where not much grows nor lives, apart from the odd frond of weed that finds a rare…